A Novel in 300 parts, give or take. Jasfoup the demon uncovers a zombie problem in Laverstone. What do you do when RentoKill refuse to get involved? Dust off your saber, that's what.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 140.02

“Laverstone Manor.” White stroked his stubble with the thumb and
fingers of one hand, closing them far enough to partially crush his
bottom lip as he considered what possible reason a robot from
Magelight would be travelling to the manor. Was it returning home?
“It wasn't carrying anything.”

“Beg your pardon, Sir?”

“It wasn't carrying anything.”

“No.” Peters opened the car and pulled a chocolate bar from the
glove box. “Should it have been?”

“It was when we saw it at the college and now it isn't. Now it's
headed to the manor. Now, I don't know what that suggests to you,
Sergeant, but is suggests to me that the robot is gathering
technology for its master down there.”

“Hell?”

“Magelight. Everyone knows they have underground facilities.”

“If you say so.”

“What are you eating?”

Peters looked at his confectionery. “Protein bar, Sir, on account
of all that running. Honey and nuts. Good for you, the wife says.
Gives you a slow release of carbs and sugars.”

“It sounds fantastic.”

“I've got another one if you want it?”

“I think I can resist.” He narrowed his eyes, debating it. “Got
any chocolate? Real chocolate, I mean, not the health food rubbish.”

“I'm afraid not, sir,” Peters perked up. “I'm got a bag of
mixed nuts if you like. They got a bit crushed in the backpack,
mind.”

“Crushed nuts?” White shook his head. “No, Sergeant. I was
offered those in the playground, once. You can keep them to
yourself.”